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My name is Sunny. I'm 15 years old, and trans ftm. a lot has happened throughout the span of my life so I figured I would start writing it all down. for the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel ok. I'm proud of myself and my journey, no matter how difficult it was at times. I'm far from perfect, and have made many mistakes in the past I can't take back. but without further ado; here's my story
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